Su Bian Cultivation World

Xie Chuncan's cries were choked to the point of being almost hoarse, Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around Xie Chuncan's shoulders and neck, and swung his back, decisively and neatly, without any delay.

He couldn't stay in this underground palace full of flower seeds any longer, so he still searched for a way out to see if Xie Chuncan could recover from the illusion outside.

Even in such a situation, he also paid great attention to avoiding Xie Chuncan's left wrist, and did not touch the three congealed and everted wounds on his forearm.

"Brother Xie, don't cry, I'll take you away." Luo Jiujiang murmured, as if to listen to Xie Chuncan who was delirious behind him, as if he wanted to repeat the past oath again, "We leave the underground palace, and we also leave In this dead world, I will take Brother Xie to see the sea."

Xie Chuncan on his back was still sobbing. He repeatedly apologized to his father and kept begging for mercy from the perpetrator who only existed in his memory. The weak and young shadow of the past covered the 19-year-old Xie Chuncan, almost erasing The whole existence of that cynical and humorous young man was lost.

The flower seeds in the surrounding palms are black and oppressive, blocking the light and cutting off the light, but it is not as dark as the old mud.

Xie Chuncan was still crying intermittently, and his tears fell on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder one after another like broken strings of beads. The warm salt water made an unhealed wound on Luo Jiujiang painful, and also wet him. The blood-colored small characters, the small characters will not fade when exposed to water, but they will become more vivid and coquettish after being soaked.

I don't know if I feel the "purity" produced by the day after tomorrow. The black flower seeds are getting denser. After the changes visible to the naked eye, they are so thick that they are like fog.

Luo Jiujiang tore off the few fabrics on his body to cover Xie Chuncan's mouth and nose, and then dealt with himself briefly according to the law.In the short time he put Xie Chuncan down, the black flower seeds in this underground palace swelled even more violently. They were as dense as tides, swelled like waves, and more dangerously like a huge mouth, as if they were alive. Staring at the two of them, waiting to swallow them whole at any time.

Rao Yiluo Jiujiang's powerful perception ability was also limited within three steps by these flowers in his palm. He pressed Xie Chuncan on his back tightly with one hand, and pushed away the darkness in front of him with his spiritual energy with the other hand, like breaking through waves.

After walking for about half a stick of incense with an attitude of groping, Luo Jiujiang felt that the aura in a certain direction became stronger.He turned from good to bad, and he was already prepared in his heart that there might be a trap there.

After a cup of tea, he stood in front of a stone platform.

There are many rare and rare treasures displayed on the stone platform, there are always more than a hundred pieces here and there.Most of them are magical medicine pills that foundation-building monks can use, and a storage bag is thoughtfully placed next to them, which is very convenient for Luo Jiujiang to keep them all in his bag.

However, Luo Jiujiang only took a quick look at this, and immediately put his attention on the ordinary stone platform.After confirming again and again that there was no organ on the stage and no message, Luo Jiujiang sighed, first bowed to the stone platform, and then solemnly said: "This thing is tied to the life of a young girl, and the younger generation is self-reliant."

He raised his hand and took away a bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill, other than that, he didn't even take a second look at other things.

Luo Jiujiang shouldered Xie Chuncan again and took three steps, and then there was a whistling in the back of his head.He turned his head quickly, and saw that many flower seeds in his palm were condensed into a hard piece, and countless messy strokes surfaced on this special ink board, and finally pieced together a sentence, "Why only take a bottle of Jidan? "

"This item is related to the life of one of my companions."

The board that was completely made up of tiny black dust-like flower seeds trembled, and the next moment, the word "only" protruded greatly, like an accentuated tone.

"Is this?" Luo Jiujiang smiled wryly, "First I was protected by the senior agency and escaped from the hunt, and then I was instructed by you in my dream. Running away with a burden... I haven't cultivated such a thick skin for eating and taking."

There are all kinds of things on the small table, and there are more than a dozen kinds of weapons alone. It is obvious that they are not prepared for Luo Jiujiang alone.It would be too impolite of him if he swept it all away in a big way.

This disgusting death made Luo Jiujiang full of anger and hatred, but it was not enough to change him into a completely different person.

He was still the young man who, when he first entered the death area, even if he wanted to take a leather robe from a dead man who had pointed swords at him not long ago, he would first bury the dead man six feet deep to keep the dead body from humiliation.

The words on the ink board gradually faded away, but the flower seeds that were condensed into plates by external forces had not yet dispersed.The master who manipulated the flower seeds seemed to be thinking about something. After two or three breaths, a line of words slowly appeared on the blackboard: "There is a pearl on the stage, take it away."

Luo Jiujiang turned his head subconsciously, and saw that the stone platform crowded with a table just now was as clean as if it had been cleaned, leaving only a solitary bright pearl with soft light on it, and this pearl was in his impression It's not something that was just placed on the stone platform.

The ink tablet composed of flower seeds trembled, as if it was about to loosen.Luo Jiujiang hurriedly called the other party: "Senior, stop! My friend has fallen into a hallucination, and I don't know how to wake him up?"

The ink tablet twisted impatiently, and the strokes this time were much more scribbled: "Call his name."

"I already called his name!"

It seems that the patience of the owner of this place has run out. He didn't even erase the handwriting on it this time, so he wrote another line of messy handwriting: "The name is tied to the clan inheritance, the elder's kindness and witchcraft. Are you sure it is his name?" real name?"

Luo Jiujiang was stunned for a moment by this rhetorical question, and in this stunned moment, the flower seeds scattered with a crash as if seizing a chance to breathe.

After that, no matter how Ren Luo Jiujiang called the master of the underground palace, the other party didn't give the slightest answer.

Luo Jiujiang put Xie Chuncan on the ground again, and didn't even bother to take a look at the pearl that the master of the underground palace gave him.The premonition in his heart has almost turned into reality, but he still held out hope and finally called out: "Xie Chuncan?"

Xie Chuncan's eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down his face, not a little moved by the name.

At this point, the matter has become obvious.

Everyone in the dead place called Brother Xie "Xie Chuncan", and even the two words of Xie Chuncan were printed in black and white on the unfeeling arrest warrant for the two of them.

Of course, it wasn't that Xie Chuncan deliberately deceived Luo Jiujiang... He was just, after Xie's family was slaughtered, as the only survivor, as a child who had begged the enemy weakly for mercy, as a child who had once begged for mercy under the threat of death. The youngest son who stepped on his father's cold corpse no longer has the face to use the name that entrusts the good wishes of the elders.

Luo Jiujiang sighed: He should have thought of it a long time ago. If normal parents don't have a deep hatred, they all hope that their children will get better and better. How can they fill their children with the word "disabled" in their names.

"Brother Xie, you really got away with it this time..." Luo Jiujiang tightened his brows, and rubbed his fingers impatiently, making a rustling sound.The sky is big and the earth is big, there are so many words that can be named, not to mention that the permutations and combinations are simply innumerable.Asking him to find out Xie Chuncan's name in a short period of time is like a dream come true.

"Brother Xie has always been a gambler, why don't you remember to leave a hole card for yourself?" Luo Jiujiang closed his eyes, and quickly went through the details of meeting Xie Chuncan in his mind—no, thank you Chun Can didn't reveal any information about Yuan's life to him.

The way to wake up Xie Chuncan is right in front of him, but how to open that door has become a problem.Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, and the eagerness between his brows and eyes almost overflowed.Maybe people are always a little quick-witted at critical moments, Luo Jiujiang suddenly had an idea, and muttered to himself: "...Wait, nicknames are also names, right?"

There are only a few kinds of nicknames that ordinary people are used to. It is much more convenient to use nicknames to fool around than to fill in names blindly.

Luo Jiujiang grabbed the straw and blurted out like a cannonball without hesitation: "Double happiness in spring, Abai Ugly, Gouzi Hudu, Amei Nunu Xiao Xie Canbao, the beginning of spring rain, the spring equinox, the spring equinox, the Qingming rain, the healthy and healthy cows Zhuang Huanhuan..."

He stared at Xie Chuncan's face closely, for fear of letting go of any expression on his face, but Xie Chuncan never even shook his eyelashes, which made Luo Jiujiang's heart always on hold.

"... Huanhuan." Luo Jiujiang repeated the double word again, and he couldn't explain why he stopped on this nickname, as if something in his consciousness was jumping up and down desperately, constantly beating on his cheek The brain repeatedly emphasized "Huanhuan! Huanhuan! Huanhuan!"

"Xie Huan? Xie Huanhuan?" Luo Jiujiang hurriedly read it tentatively.

Xie Chun remained motionless.

Presumably he was too tense, what is the meaning of the word Huan, I think of it from other places, such as the poem that Brother Xie often reads...

Luo Jiujiang suddenly froze like a lightning strike.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hastily... Meet Huan... In the bet of thousands of miles to kill, he once lost to Xie Chuncan. What did Xie Chuncan write on the snow? !

Xie Chuncan's silver hook and iron painting that fell on the snow, when he handed over the dice, Luo Jiujiang casually turned his head and glanced at the remnants left on the snow that were deliberately wiped with his feet...

"Thank you, Jianhuan!" Luo Jiujiang's voice suddenly turned up the tune, "Wake up, Brother Xie! Thank you, Jianhuan!"

The young man who had been sleeping for a long time finally made a movement.

With a low moan in his throat, he opened his eyes almost blankly.Two lines of unfinished water were sliding down the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were also soaked red with salty tears, but the black eyes were innocent and clear, as if his soul was still left in that illusion, the one he loved so much Family members never leave.

As he opened his eyes, Xie Chuncan slowly exhaled a puff of black air from his mouth and nose, and when he looked carefully, it turned out to be a large cloud of black particles as small as dust, each of which was the seed of a flower in the palm.

As the black energy left Xie Chuncan's body, his expression gradually became clearer.From grief and guilt to harshness and cruelty, and then from ridicule to playfulness, in just a short moment, he seems to have gone through more than ten years.

He grew back into the Xie Chuncan that Luo Jiujiang knew well.

It's just different from the Xie Chuncan Luo Jiujiang knew. The Xie Chuncan in front of him had holes in his eyes after the old scars had been torn apart. Numbness and confusion after the pain.

"Jiujiang," Xie Chuncan sighed to himself, his eyelashes were trembling, they were glued together by tears, and they looked extremely black at this moment, "I just, you just knew..."

"Hush." ​​Luo Jiujiang pressed his finger on his lips, and never mentioned the past that Xie Chuncan cried and confided in his nightmare. He raised his head and watched as the "purity" disappeared slowly. Huazi in the palm went: "Brother Xie, look, it's dawn."

The flower seeds in the palm that cover the sky and the sun like dark clouds and tides spread out, so in this underground palace that is several feet deep underground, a ray of skylight also flows from the cracks in the stone bricks.

This light is still very dim, but it is enough to illuminate the stone stairs that spiral up not far away, which is the way to return to the ground from the underground palace.

Xie Chuncan stretched out his hand in a daze, and the pale golden sunlight shone straight down, silently covering his fingertips.

"I got the Foundation Establishment Pill, you and I will go out of the underground palace first. When Miss Xiaoren advances, none of the four of us need to stay in this ghost place anymore." Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand and pulled Xie Chuncan up from the ground , and repeated, "Brother Xie, don't cry, it's dawn."